"You don't use conditioner?" Duo questioned, a bemused tone in his voice.
"Nope," Quatre answered, stretching out on the couch and readjusting the phone to his ear. "Conditioner just makes my hair really greasy, so I avoid it."
"Wow. Without conditioner, my hair would just be a great big tangle."
Quatre chuckled, "Of course it would, as long as it is. You should cut it."
"What? No!" Quatre smirked, knowing that was how Duo would react. "I am not going to cut my hair-"
Quatre's attention was suddenly transferred to the TV, a loud commercial blaring its sales pitch at an apathetic audience. He looked for the remote, quickly finding it and turning down the volume.
"- you know what I mean?"
"What was that?"
"You weren't paying attention?"
"I'm sorry I got distracted."
"No," Duo huffed, "That's okay, it's great to know my best friend cares. I'm just going to crawl in a corner and count my fingers and make sure there's still nine."
Quatre cut his eyes to his phone, as if he could transfer his puzzled look through it to Duo. "Nine?"
"Yes. Nine." Duo said, confidently.
Quatre fought down a laugh. "So you think nine fingers are all any person should ever have?"
"Wait. Did I really just say nine?"
This time Quatre couldn't hold back his laughter.
"I'm serious, did I really say nine?"
"Yes!" said Quatre, fighting for air.
"I'm not going to be able to forget about this, am I?" Duo asked, almost forlorn.
"Nope!" Quatre chirped happily, still laughing.